Hola, and Halloween, and Heat
I’ve been busy as a plump, fuzzy, striped honeybee lately and, God and everybody else willing, should have good news to announce here soon.
What are you guys gonna be for Halloween, huh? I have one decoy costume, which is what I told everybody I was going to be (Red Riding Hood with a crossbow and wolf pelt thrown over my shoulders), and then I have my REAL costume, which is SECRET.
Because, you know, I just thought it up, and it’s a better idea than the first one.
At my day job, I got moved to a window seat. I always used to fantasize about sitting by the window, imagining that I’d stare out at the world all day. Now I see that sitting by the window means frying like an ant under a magnifying glass every afternoon. But still… It’s worth it. Sunlight is still kind of good for you, right? Sometimes?
Summary: In this post, Gwen was both an ant and a bee. Is such a thing possible? What might be the underlying cause of the author’s obsession with insect metaphors? Discuss.
